When You Were Young
This will not be up to standard as I'm really upset.
Some sicko has posioned my cats and they died :(
RIP SANDY AND ELENA!
Song: When You Were Young- The Killers
Dedicated to Sandy, Elena and Castiel's little angel1985, my faithful reviewer :)
You sit there in your heartache
Mary sat still, slient, unmoving. Her choclate brown eyes flicking to the window then back to the shirt she was sewing. Her brown hair sat in dainty ringlets, framing her older, maturer face.
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
Her brown eyes once again flickered to the window. She was waiting for the return of her husband, Philip, who had obviously went to see one of his many whores. She huffed, was she not good enough? Her, the Queen of England not good enough for him?
save you from your old ways
Giving up on sewing, she knelt down onto her rough hardened knees. Saint's knees, people called them. She prayed on the bare floor with no cushion, simply because she had once, when she was little, seen her mother do the same thing.
You play forgiveness
She prayed for a child, for her husband to come back to her, she prayed for forgiveness as she thought about Elizabeth's lovely head being chopped off. It would stop people rebelling against her reign.
Watch it now ... here he comes!
She heard the sound of horses and figured Philip was back. She watch a tall figure get off his horse and rush into her palace, he obviously knew he was late for dinner.
He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
He smiled roughlishly at his wife. His hair was slicked back just the way her sister liked her men's hair, his clothes fine and of latest fashion. "Which whore?" Mary asked harshly, wondering which one to be horrid to.
But he talks like a gentleman
"Mary, my love. Not a whore but your sister. I went to see if the rumors were true" his devishly sexy voice sounded whiny. Mary scowled as she thought of her sister. Her sister who was 17 years younger and lot prettier.
Like you imagined when you were young
"My sister?" Mary questioned, the word: sister sounded cruel, cold, strange on her tounge.
Can we climb this mountain
"Sister!" Mary shrieked. "She's nothing but the daughter of a HARLOT. A HARLOT WHO MADE MY MOTHER, THE RIGHTFUL QUEEN OF ENGLAND, SUFFER" Mary screeched, her face going tomato red in rage. Philip cringed.
I don't know
She knew already that her husband had taken a fancy to her younger prettier half sister, Elizabeth. And it annoyed her. Elizabeth was stealing her husband just like Elizabeth's mother had stolen Mary's father away from Mary's mother.
Higher now than ever before
Just like her father had taken a fancy to Elizabeth's mother, Whore Boleyn.
I know we can make it if we take it slow
"Stop seeing her" Mary yelled. Philip raised his eyebrow. If anything happened to Mary, he needed to be on Elizabeth's good side as she would be Queen next.
Let's take it easy
"Okay" he smiled, having no intention of keeping his word. Mary grinned happily, easily pleased. looking younger, prettier.
Easy now, watch it go
He wouldn't let Elizabeth go. Just a few more years, he could wait couldn't he? He placed his hand on Mary's swollen stomach.
Character/references
Mary - Mary I, borne to Katherine of Aragon and King Henry VIII
Philip - Prince Philip of Spain, husband of Mary I
Elizabeth - Elizabeth I, borne to Anne Boleyn and King Henry VIII
Harlot/Whore - Anne Boleyn, Queen Consort
Father - King Henry VIII
Mother - Catherine of Aragon, Queen Consort.
